[The Cade Family residence.]
[The house is dark. Unoccupied.]
[The front door opens, and Mary walks through the door with her arms fully of groceries.]
[Suddenly, she shrieks.]
[The bags of groceries in her hands crashes to the floor.]
[George comes running in through the front door.]
“What’s wrong?! Are you okay?!”
[A light flickers on in the dining room that they stand in.]
[George comes to notice what has startled his wife.]
[Jasper Redgrave.]
“Sit.“
[He demands as he kicks the chair across the table out for the head of the Cade household.]
“It’s time you and I have a chat.”
[Reluctantly, George inches forward to have a seat across from the serial killer.]
“Redgrave..”
[The mention of his name brings a cold smirk to the face of Jasper.]
“It seems there’s been a lot of finger pointing going on around here.”
“You see, you may have been told that I’m a vile and vicious man. A serial killer, some may say.”
“And while that isn’t incorrect, I am not the one to blame for Joey’s kidnapping. I am not to blame for your baby boy going off the rails.”
[He pauses as George tilts his head in confusion. Mary stands behind her husband with a worried look on her face.]
“CJ Thorpe was a man who had lost his way long before he ever met me.”
“You don’t exactly end up down on Death Row for jaywalking, ya know?”
“I am not the bad guy here, and I am not the one to blame for the current situation your son finds himself in.”
[Jasper leans forward, looking George right in the eye.]
“You’re beloved boy Jacky? That’s the one who’s responsible here.”
“If it wasn’t for Jackson turning the cold shoulder on his brother Joey when all he needed was a guiding hand, I never would have met him.”
“If he was the big brother that he was supposed to be to CJ, he never would have been there on Death Row.”
[Jasper notices the unease on George’s face.]
“Your youngest son has been taken hostage and who knows what has been done to him. That’s not because of anything that I have done. That responsibility also lies on the shoulders of ole Jackyboy.”
“Jackson knew what his brother had been through. He knew the horrors that happened on Death Row, yet he refused to lend a helping hand. He refused to offer comfort to his own flesh and blood and instead, he stood against his brother with Harold Attano.”
[Jasper pulls something from his jacket pocket and slides it across the table.]
“Your son is barking up the wrong tree, George. This week, he will come for me.”
“And I will put him down like the dog he is.”
“You may have already lost one son, George.”
[He taps the table before pulling his hand away.]
“Now it’s your choice whether or not you lose the other.”
[Jasper gets up and walks away casually, but before he departs he pats George on the shoulder.]
[George looks down at what Jasper had slid to him.]
[A picture of CJ’s finger on ice.]
[Fade.]